Lisa

You onward, upward climb,
To what, I have no clue;
In dark and faintly sad
Persistently pursue.

Tomorrow, now or past
You can no rest assume;
Through your relentless quest,
Your life is filled with gloom.

I cannot tell your goal,
But I can give you odds--
It'll carry you beyond
The gateway of the gods.

- Edna Huber (1971)